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ears and gazes at him for a moment with a wild and 

 startled look, then is his time to fire. Five seconds at the 

 longest is all that is allowed him when he sees these 

 motions, for within that time, with its fears thoroughly 

 aroused, the game will be plunging for the shelter of the 

 woods. 



The boatman paddled Spalding quietly and silently to 

 within twelve or fifteen rods of the deer that was feeding, 

 when a column of white smoke shot suddenly up from the 

 bow of the boat ; the sharp crack of the rifle rung out over 

 the water, and the deer went down. Spalding was a proud 

 man as he returned to us with a fine fat spike buck in his 

 boat. 



These little lakes are probably sixty-five miles from the 

 settlements, allowing for the winding course of the rivers. 

 Just above, where the river enters, is a dam, built of logs 

 some fifteen feet high, erected by the lumbermen the last 

 winter to hold back the water, so as to float their logs down 

 from this to Tupper's Lake, and so on down the Rackett 

 to the mills away below. Around this dam is the last 

 carrying place between this and Mud Lake, over which our 

 boatmen trudged with their boats, like great turtles with 

 their shells upon their backs. This is still called Bog River, 

 and though above the dam to Mud Lake, where it takes its 

 rise, it is deep and sluggish, yet it is doing it honor over- 

 much to dignify it by the name of a river. It was large 

 enough, however, to float our little craft. We left our bag- 

 gage-master hero with most of our luggage, to perfect his 



